Message-ID: <8204eli$9802071638@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Tom Subject: Tommy. A Story (b/f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tje@mail.nls.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <02192151501763@nls.net> Tommy. A Story about a Young Boy The air of the cool morning was crisp and fresh. The low Sun cast long shadows of trees and branches across the street and the lawns of the modest neighborhood. The sky was dark blue, cloudless. A clump of lilac in the vacant lot between Tommy's house and the Reiley's shouted forth its beauty and caught the boy's nostrils all of a sudden, bringing a slight smile to his pretty face. Tommy was on a sad quest. The day before he had found a dog and brought it home, much to his mother's displeasure. He wanted to keep the dog, now that Tippy had died, and his mother relented. It was a little, mixed- breed mutt, a bitch that yapped and jumped about so delightfully as Tommy played with it in his back yard. He stood on the sidewalk that morning, in front of the vacant lot, calling for the dog, which he had dubbed Toby, a name that he liked, even though it was inappropriate for a female dog. "Tobeee, Tobeee," he yelled, but not too loudly, because he knew that people were still asleep. It was a Saturday. The dog was gone. She was probably miles away, Tommy decided, sniffing garbage, shit and God knows what. It was sad for the boy, but not a tragedy, because he and the dog, although they had played joyfully together, had not yet bonded. * * * Tommy was twelve years old. He was still innocent, but he knew a lot of naughty things, boy things that he could not tell to his mother or to his pal, Sara. For example, Ricky Johnston, who was a little older than the other boys in the sixth grade, had jerked off in the shower room in front of Tommy and some other kids and shot his stuff clear across to the opposite wall. Ricky nagged the other guys to try it, but only Jaimie did, and nothing happened. Jamie was then very embarrassed and urged the others to give him some more time, but everyone had to leave for their next class. The young boy looked about, after giving up his attempt to find Toby, and he became very conscious of that morning's still beauty. He breathed deeply the fresh air, which was not at all moist, and he looked forward to a splended Saturday, his favorite time of the week. He walked across the street to Sara's house and rapped lightly on the window of her first floor bedroom. Tommy waited patiently and was soon rewarded by the appearance of her pretty, young face, always perky, even early in the morning. "Hi," she said. "Hi," he responded to his pal. "Do you want to go up to the sand hills?" "OK, but I have to get something to eat first." "OK, I'll meet you in front of my house later." (This is an example of the usual banality of their verbal interactions. What else can one expect from kids their age? I shall spare the reader and employ dialogue infrequently.) Tommy recrossed the street, along which only a few cars were parked. He went to his house and sat on the front steps. With his feet on the step below, his knees rose up and his shorts pulled tight, displaying his upper thighs almost to his crotch. He did not know that he had lovely legs, limbs that some men ogled surreptitiously, wondering at their smooth sleekness and hairless sheen. His arms were just as beautiful. He was a blonde boy with curly hair and the face of a pretty, Nordic child. As he waited for his best friend, Sara, to come over to him, he thought about her. She was a few months younger than he, not yet twelve years old, but she was just a tad taller, and over the Winter she had grown titties, small ones, which poked at her t-shirt. He wondered about her titties. He had tried to touch them once, but Sara socked him in the chest and sent him sprawling onto the ground. He wondered about Sara, who could run faster than he, who dared to climb trees higher than any boy, and who was a wicked pitcher at softball. She seemed to be more grown up than he, and she frequently treated him like a younger brother. Tommy knew her face. He could not remember a time in the past when he had not known it. He took her prettiness for granted, not realizing just how incredibly beautiful the girl was. If some men stole looks at Tommy, both men and woman ogled Sara, the paleness of whose lovely face was accentuated by her lustrous, raven black hair, which was usually dressed in braids. She was five feet tall, and she always stood proudly and confident, unafraid of the world, which she was determined to conquer. Her limbs, still so young, were well formed, soft looking and alluring. We cannot avoid the observation that the eleven year old girl was extremely sexy, although Tommy would become aware of that only later, during the Summer, when his hormones began their inexorable rush, tormenting him; when he masturbated for the first time and lost his innocence. * * * The two of them ventured up the railroad track toward the hills of sand at the concrete company a mile north of their houses. Sara walked along a rail without teetering, while Tommy strode to step on each tie. They hurried past an old outhouse that still reeked of shit. Construction companies and factories lined the track, a spur line along which traffic was so infrequent that children stood and watched the trains, when they did appear. Once they reached the two sand piles, each of them perhaps thirty feet in height, the two children looked carefully about, and, not spotting anyone, scampered up the sand, using both hands and feet to climb to the top. They were delighted at their feat, which was so innocent, yet so naughty to them; they had been chased away many times in the past by burly adult men. They lay atop the sand, their heads near to each other, but their bodies angling away. The eleven o'clock Sun burned down on them. They climbed the other pile of sand and froliced at its top, until a man came out of a small wooden building and yelled at them. They then tumbled down the sand hill, rolling to its base and hurried off toward the rail line, giggling as they ran. When they were safely away, they stopped and looked into each other's face, without self consciousness, knowing each other intimately, and they snickered at their victory over the adult world. Tommy took hold of Sara's hand, the one closest to him; he did not know why. Sara shook him off, also not understanding fully. The two of them retreated back down the track, and half way home they left the rails and turned into a vast acreage, much of which was a dry dump. There were heaps and mounds of trash, an unusual amount of which seemed to be bathroom tile. Their destination was certain: a copse of willow trees two hundred yards in front of them. The limbs of the trees fell to the ground, providing a private space inside, where the air was more dense and the dust tickled one's nostrils. They had played there often, pretending it to be the headquarters of buccaneers, highway men and mission control. They approached the copse of willow trees, which seemed to have taken on the desolaltion and squalor of its surroundings. When they came up to the first tree, they heard a sound, a human sound. They loooked at each other, unsure of what they should do. So, they did what any normal twelve year olds would do; they tip-toed forward and peered through the branches. Sara drew in her breath quietly at the scene that they beheld. Two older kids were lying naked on a blanket, a girl and a boy, the girl on top. They had their heads between each other's legs. The boy had his face in the girl's pubic hair and he was obviously licking on her. The girl, moaning, had the boy's cock in her mouth and was moving her head up and down on it. Tommy was fascinated watching that cock go in and out of the girl's mouth. He sprouted a stiffie, the first of the day. The girl's moaning increased. It was a brief, repeated sound, starting low in register and then rising higher. It grew in tempo and loudness. Sara grabbed Tommy's hand tightly. He looked down and saw that the fingers of her other hand were scratching at her groin. She was breathing irregularly. Tommy turned his attention back to the older kids having sex, when the girl pulled her head up from the guy's cock, arched her back and cried aloud as though she were in some horrible pain. It lasted for just a few seconds. Sara was panting, and Tommy could feel her rubbing herself quickly as she grasped his hand. Then the girl quieted somewhat and returned her head back to the guy's cock and sucked it into her mouth. Sara then made a noise like a small animal in distress, alerting the girl, who turned her and stared at the two voyeurs. Her scream was frightening. It was so angry and loud. Tommy pulled on Sara and they ran down the dirt track as fast as they could, Sara outdistancing the boy. They heard an outraged male voice shouting behind them, but they dared not not turn to look back until his yelling ceased. Then they stopped and caught breath breath. No one was pursuing them. They walked on towards their homes. Tommy was embarrassed to have witnessed that scene with Sara. She appeared flushed and was very quiet. The humor of it all then came to the boy and he chortled, but Sara did not share his mirth. She was very solemn. "They won't make a baby that way," Tommy observed with a snicker. She looked at him with an annoyed expression on her face. "That was the whole purpose, stupid." * * * The month of June arrived and soon school let out for the year. Summer stretched before Tommy endlessly, as is only possible when one is twelve years old. He played with Sara, now full time. They spent days digging an earthen bunker and covering it with timbers, which they dragged from the dump. Once finished they hunkered down in it and wondered what to do next. Tommy noticed a change in his friend's demeanor. Sara began to spend a lot of time just staring vacantly, thinking of something, perhaps, but definitely leaving Tommy out of it. He felt her slipping away from him. Then she went off to camp for four weeks, and Tommy had to endure an entire month of boredom. He became listless and wouldn't keep his room tidy, about which his mother complained. He would lay upon his bed for hours and dream of Sara. He would clutch his pillow and think of kissing her, which he had never done, not even a peck. He thought of her titties, then larger than before, about how he wanted to feel them. He wanted to lick her bare arms and legs. One day, as he dreamed of Sara, he pulled down his shorts and played with his modest cock, pulling on it, feeling excitement. He dreamed of Sara's pretty face. He dreamed of licking it, kissing it all over. He dreamed of sucking and licking on her naked body, her soft flesh. He pulled on his cock and dreamed these things until he was surprised by his first orgasm. In the middle of July Sara returned from camp, her skin lightly tanned, although her face was still a bit pale. She was exuberant for some reason, and she did not communicate clearly with her friend from across the street. Then Tommy was faced with the enormity of his failure and his loss, when he saw Sara walk down the street hand in hand with a fourteen year old boy, who was as pretty as she. They were headed for Warren Avenue, where there were shops, restaurants and a movie theater. He looked at her and his throat ached. He felt as small as a bug. The next day, early in the morning, he went over to Sara's house and tapped on her window. He had a serious purpose. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. After a while he tapped again, but she did not come to the window. For the rest of the day, until dusk, Tommy sat on his front porch and waited for Sara, but she did not appear. He wanted her to love him the way he loved her. He wanted her to know his feelings. When it became dark, Tommy's mother called him inside, wondering about the boy. He did not sleep well that night, often getting out of bed and looking out the window at Sara's house, which remained dark. The next day, after sitting on his steps for hours, he finally saw Sara come out of her house. He ran over and demanded to know where she had been, perhaps too forcefully. She did not look him straight in the face, but told him that she and her parents had visited her aunt the previous day. Tommy knew that something remained unsaid, because the girl shuffled her feet and would not look at him. He had practiced a speach in which he would tell her that he loved her, but he could not get a single word out. They parted awkwardly and Sara went back into her house. Later that day Tommy saw her and the fourteen year old boy walking hand in hand down the street toward Warren Avenue. He wanted to kill himself. For the next week Tommy was in extreme misery. His mother worried about him, but he would tell her nothing. Then Sara came to his house, looking shabby. She had been crying. She went with Tommy up to his room, where they sat together on the bed. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, but she looked so dispondent. Sara leaned against him and he was excited by her touch. Then she told him, choking the words out between sobs, that she had "given herself" to Calvin Riges, who was trying to make the Guiness record of taking the most virgins, that he kept score on his bedroom wall with pencil strokes, that she was number thirteen. Tommy was deflated by the news. He had come to think of Sara as his girl, that the two of them would experience sex with each other for the first time. He was seething inside, but he said nothing. Sara let him put his arm around her, but she didn't cuddle, as he would have liked. Sara then took up with another boy, a sixteen year old, a high school football player as large as an adult. Tommy was outraged. He avoided seeing Sara and would shun her, when they met by accident. The girl looked at him with pain in her face, once opening her mouth to say something, but then leaving whatever it was unsaid. After a few weeks Sara again came to Tommy's house to confess tearfully that she had been dumped by her lover. It seems that she was just too forceful and independent. The boy wanted her meek and giggly. The stupid lout did not realize the exquisite beauty of the twelve year old girl, whom he had repeatedly humped without foreplay. As Sara and Tommy sat together on the couch he asked her why she had let those two guys have their way with her. She was suddenly very defensive and a bit irked at his question. Then she looked into his face and said, in a low voice, almost a shisper, which Tommy strained to hear, that she had wanted to learn about sex, and that when the first boy hit on her, she offered him no resistance. Sara continued, and told Tommy more about her first affair than he really wanted to know. She said that she had found the boy, Calvin, to be especially pretty, and that she was flattered that he would pay any attention to her. He had taken her to his basement, when his parents and brother were away. She let him undress her and touch her all over. Then he got undressed. Sara informed Tommy that Calvin had a large penis with a lot of hair around it. She lay naked on the basement couch, she continued, and the boy got on top of her, shoving himself inside of her, hurting her awfully. She had bled, she later learned, staining the old couch. She had not enjoyed it at all that first time, nor did she feel pleasure, when they "did it" for the next several days. Then it began to feel better, although Calvin was always too rough, and she had never felt the "big" pleasure with him. She had wanted to stay with him and to be his girlfriend, to be his steady, but she saw that he was growing tired of her. He stopped seeing her and took up with another girl, a seventh grader who had large breasts. As for the other boy in her life, Timmy McDermott, Sara confessed that she was the one who started it. She thought that he was so big and handsome, and that she was so lonely. "Wait a minute! I have always been here for you. There was no reason to feel lonely." Tommy's voice quavered with anger. Sara ran her hand through the boy's blonde hair. "I have never thought about you like that," she whispered. Sara's words visibly hurt the young boy, who seemed to be on the verge of crying. Sara, not knowing the pain that she was causing her friend, went on to describe Timmy's penis, how much larger it was than Calvin's, how he was able to give her the "big" pleasure, how she loved the feel of his muscled body pressed against her. "Shut up! I don't want to hear this shit! You should have waited for me! I'm the only guy who really loves you." Tommy then got up and left the parlor hurridly, going up the stairs to his room. Sara heard him slam the door shut, the loud sound telling her that she was no longer welcome. She bit her lip, realizing that he had spoken the truth. They had loved each other for so long that she had taken it for granted. Her eyes became moist and she cursed herself bitterly for what she had done. She lay upon the couch and sobbed convulsively, fearing that she had lost Tommy. * * * Tommy's mother knew that something bad had occured between her son and Sara, because the boy would not leave the house. He just lounged about, read mysteries and watched television. She did not pry, however, because she knew that the situation was delicate. He was full of a furious anger at what Sara had done, yet he still loved her. He thought of her as he masturbated three and four times a day, but he refused to go to her. Sara's mother also realized that her daughter and the lovely Tommy had had a serious spat. She too did not bother her child with questions. For three days Sara scarcely left her bed. She looked haggard and her eyes were red from crying. Sara was full of anger and shame at herself for having let those other boys have her, while she had turned her back on the only guy who really loved her and needed her. About a week after Tommy's incensed outburst Sara went over to his house and called him out. "Tommeee," she cried out in her little girl voice, looking at the window of his room on the second floor. She saw his face, briefly, looking out, but he did not come down to her. After lunch Tommy heard Sara calling to him again, "Tommee". The sound was muffled slightly by the distance and the walls of the house, but the intent of her voice was clear: she wanted to make up. The boy was ready for it. He would accept Sara no matter what the conditions. He scooted downstairs, rushed for the front door and then stopped, sliding on the rug. He then opened the front door and went onto the porch slowly, hoping that the eagerness he felt was not apparent. Sara came to the foot of the front stairs as Tommy descended them. She smiled shyly at him, demurely. Tommy was still angry at the girl, but he was also hopelessly in love with her. (Kids this age can be very annoying and outrageously stupid at times, but their emotions can be as powerful as those of a mature adult.) She had fucked a couple of dozen times, he reckoned, but she still looked fresh and sweet, not like a whore, a word that had crossed his lips many times over the past week. Eventually he had become ashamed to think of her like that. All that she had done was experiment with sex, and she hadn't chosen him to be her lab animal. Then he would become angry again for awhile. His cock was small; he couldn't fist it, but had to use just his fingers. He had no hair down there. He felt so inadequate and thought that perhaps Sara did the right thing in her experiments. At the foot of the front stairs he just stood and looked at Sara in the face. She was so close that he could smell her usual aroma of Ivory soap and baby shampoo. His head was full of jumbled thoughts, some of them still bitter, some of them forgiving. Sara had never looked at him like that before, so lovingly and gentle. His heart melted and he felt an ache in his throat. When she took his hand in hers and urged him to follow her, with her eyes and a soft tug, all anger and bitterness flowed out of the boy. He smiled at her, as he had done for all his life, except for the past week. They crossed the street hand in hand, heading for Sara's house, and an observor would have overheard happy, animated words and giggles. * * * They went through the front door of Sara's house, as they had done since they were toddlers, but this time Tommy knew that they were not going to play board games or cards. Sara's mother was downtown shopping. They were alone in the house. Sara shut the door behind them and looked sweetly at her friend, and Tommy realized that the sacrcely experienced Sara was soon to give him lessons. This was something new in their life long friendship. It would not be rough housing, not playful wrestling. They wouldn't play tag. Tommy could hardly believe the enormity of what lay before them. They still stood near the closed front door, Sara very close to the boy, their bodies lightly touching. She would not cease gazing into his face, and Tommy could not turn away his eyes. Sara put her arms around the boy's waist, exerting the slightest pressure, not quite a hug, but she leaned on to him. Tommy grasped her tightly and emitted an emotional gasp, almost a sob of joy. He held her head with one hand and licked a pale cheek. Then they kissed for the first time, the more experienced girl teaching the virgin boy. They kissed for a long time as they fondled one another. They had to stop, to catch their breath at least. Tommy held Sara's cheeks in his hands as he gazed at her beauty, something that had always been there, but which he really appreciated at that moment for the first time. But best of all for him was the expression of purest love that beamed from her face. Tommy didn't know exactly what they would do with each other that afternoon. He really didn't know what was possible, beyond the obvious, which they could not do, because Sara could become pregnant. They clutched to each other as they went into Sara's bedroom. It was an awkward moment for the two of them, standing beside the bed, knowing that they would have to find a graceful way to become naked. Tommy nervously took the hem of Sara's t-shirt into his hands. She raised her arms and grinned encouragement at the boy. He pulled it up and off, and he beheld titties in the flesh for the first time. Sara, of course, didn't wear a bra, because she didn't need one. Her breasts were small and clung to her chest. Her brown nipples stood forth, excited, atop soft mounds of perfectly formed pale flesh, which Tommy palmed with his two hands, looking into the girl's face and finding no objection. The touch was electric for the boy. Sara leaned her head forward and kissed his lips as he fondled her titties. When Sara tugged at his t-shirt, Tommy raised his arms and she pulled it off, revealing a lovely, boyish chest. They stared into each other's eyes as they undid their shorts and took them off, not smiling, but extremely excited. They then lay upon the bed clad just in their under pants. They rolled together, kissing and fondling each other. There is no inane dialogue to report. They did all of this in complete silence, communicating with just their eyes, their hands and their lips. There were, of course, sighs, groans and gasps, as they really got into it. Tommy set out to realize the day dreams that he had had of licking and sucking on Sara's exquisite body. It was marvelous for him to suck on her titties, to slaver her tummy, to nibble on the soft flesh of her thigh. He took each of her ten toes into his mouth. It became too much for Sara, who desperately needed relief. "Take off my panties," she grunted, and he did so quickly, revealing a totally hairless groin. Her bare vaginal lips were puffed up and inviting. She spread her netherlips with her fingers and pointed at her clit. "Lick on me there. It will be so marvelous. No one has done it to me before. You'll be the first." At that particular moment of extreme sexual excitement, Tommy would have eaten her shit. He went down on her. "Not so rough!" "Lick it gently." "Yes, yes. Just like that." "Don't stop." "Pleeeze!" "DON'T STOP!" It took about ninety seconds of licking, during which the girl uttered the above dialogue, along with many more oral sounds, for Tommy to bring Sara to a crescendo of an orgasm. She arched her back off the bed and squeezed the boy's head in her clenched thighs as she shuddered and squeeked loudly for several seconds. Then she quieted somewhat, catching her breath. Tommy was by then so enflamed that he climbed atop her, unmindful of the consequences, and desperately tried to penetrate the girl. Sara, still a bit larger than he, shook him off and clasped her thighs tightly together. But she was still sexually aroused and was eager to give her lover pleasure and relief, if only with her mouth. "I've never done this before, Tommy," she murmured as she licked down his slender body. "It will be the first time for me." Sara licked on the boy's engorged penis and then took it into her mouth. It was scarcely four inches long and not as thick as a pealed banana. She savored the taste and texture of his soft hardness, sucking on him, and she was determined to go all the way. Sara was quite unprepared for his explosion. He suddenly yelped and spewed his stuff into her mouth, gagging her and causing her to cough violently. She almost vomited. They had been on the bed, naked together, for less than thirty minutes, during which time they had satisfied each other sexually. For the next thirty minutes they cuddled and kissed, getting aroused again. Tommy wanted to penetrate his lover, but she refused, because of the obvious risk. They kissed and fondled, becoming increasingly excited. "You can put it into me...from behind...you know," Sara offered uncertainly. "I've never done that before," she continued, rolling onto her stomach. Tommy was eager for it, but he knew that it would hurt the girl, a girl he loved and didn't want to hurt. He wanted to do it. He was suddenly desperate to do it, but he knew that he needed lubrication. He jumped off the bed and ran out of the room to the bathroom, where he up-ended bottles and jars in his search. He then found a tube of Vaseline and opened it, slicking his hard cock as he rushed back to the bedroom, where Sara lay, perplexed by his actions. Tommy got onto the bed and looked expectantly at the pale, perky butt of the girl. Her legs were spread in invitation, lovely legs, legs which he had explored with his mouth. He climbed between them and positioned his slimed cock. He pushed forward, slipping all the way in until he could feel the soft butt flesh against his loins. The penetration caused Sara discomfort, but not as great as the losing of her virginity. She endured it, wanting her lover to pleasure himself, although she hoped that he would do so quickly. Tommy fucked the girl's butt in ecstasy, reveling in the novel feel of her. "Hurry, hurry," Sara urged, enduring more than she wanted. Tommy relished the feel of the soft body beneath him, the touch of Sara's flesh against his. He felt it coming and couldn't stop it if he wanted. He spewed into the girl's ass with a yowl which he did not seek to restrain. Later they showered together. Sara seemd very submissive and Tommy felt very much a man. He held the girl in his arms as the two of them were pelted by the comforting, warm spray. Tommy knew that Mickey Jacobs had a stash of condoms; his father owned a pharmacy. Tommy planned to visit Mickey that afternoon and trade some of his stuff for condoms. He whispered his plans to Sara, who was very pleased and kissed his lips lightly. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |